just cause there's a black face
in the race
and up there
this is for everywhere
if your black you can be wack
so don't get trick
to think quick
you might regret
its lond before there's a ture light
the
FIGHT FOR RIGHTS NOT OVER YET
I need twelve and ten
welcome to the world l cumminity land like i had a lond dream
and i dont know sweet then genesis media off the finish stoll
i be quoting nig all day long beg please loven of money not qurrel and member what to do to work another day colin no no no ready it is not please please I need drugs and snuff went through the night sleep the number count zek and inquistion anything oppressed? labs ton me drop drop?
I like my church oil
i woke up and laughing stay alive a wrath news chrsitna mute point!
this so be twelve friends balling somatic revolution my friends
the name of god perhaps two more quick tell us a story
perfection love work dont drink cis term just let me lay down
forn me lorn me sweet cool is myy ears darn.. and get naked non meditating wise excommunicated adonai plan reeds then flee from me cause you would go tell tell the whole hellis sweet Imish working world if you new mim.
then Miss. come from and will all in locus that i got to teach myself and everthing but this is twelve mox sex mor of it. all right pills the pills more mins and the other stuff yes!
So cold and so far along
So many things done wrong
Laughter that faded into tears
The haunting flashbacks of the past year
Promises with no upkeep
and lies that brought me to my knees
The time spent, meaningless
The love lost, hopelessness
All the times spent so close
Could never feel so far away
Nothing could drag on for so long
Nothing could cast a shadow so far
No one else could cause this crash
No one else could just sit back and laugh
Everyone wants to look at the past
Everyone sees what it is you lack
Everyone feels your knife in their back
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.